MY FROG ALEXIS
Hey what are you running from?
I want to be the one you leave behind
Adjacent to greatness
Face blank and appraising
Eyes brown like autumn
Your body fused to my mouth
I take your moisture
I am radiant, glowing
In Italy, they would go to war for me
In France, they would surrender for me
Cannon fodder
Dime-a-dozen gabacho
White jeans
White Ford Bronco
Put you out to pasture
You are one of many
Sir, this is a McDonald's
TYPO
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